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In this spanking-new collection, find fourteen tales of discipline and bondage, dressing up and role play, voyeurism, public sex, food and toys and so much more! Award-winning author Giselle Renarde has written erotic fiction for hundreds of anthologies, and her work is anything but ordinary. Giselle’s Best Fetish Erotica includes quirky original stories and fantastic fan favourites to tickle unexplored regions of your sexual mind.

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Giselle’s Best Fetish Erotica
14 Kinky Sex Stories
by Giselle Renarde

When she arrived at their door, it was like Christmas morning.

Natsuki started life on the other side of the planet, shipped all the way from Australia. She cost nearly as much as Honor’s used Honda Civic, but unlike the Civic, Natsuki had no previous owners. Nobody had ever taken this girl for a ride. Honor and Tom would be the first.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about her,” Honor said as the scooped handfuls of packing peanuts out of the huge reinforced cardboard box. “Maybe it’s the eyes, or the lips. I don’t know, but I literally haven’t gone one day without fantasizing about this girl since that night you first showed me her picture.”

Tom smiled. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you so excited about something.”

“I get excited about you,” she said.

“Yeah, well…” Tom stopped short when he found the bare, soft curve of Natsuki’s ass.

They stared in silence, both of them, before scooping those damn peanuts onto the floor like they were bailing out a sinking ship. She was upside-down in the box, her fingers and feet mummified with cling film. Her head was bare. The black human-hair wig they’d ordered rested beside her left arm, and Honor picked it up while her husband lifted Natsuki’s naked body into his arms. He looked like a firefighter carrying an unconscious woman from a burning building.

“Should we put on the lingerie?” Honor picked that out of the box, too. The fishnet stockings, bra, panties, and sexy schoolgirl outfit all came free with the purchase of their sex doll…

Beth wants a baby. Hiro wants to put one in her.
When they can’t get pregnant the old fashioned way, will a Sex Magick ritual do the trick?

Excerpt:

The disappointment was overwhelming, like being thrown face-first into sand by the great oceanic surf. Beth’s eyes and throat burned so badly it wouldn’t have made much difference if she got a nose-full of saltwater at this point. She had not an ounce of energy left to combat the onslaught of tears.

Did everybody in the city live this way? Mechanically? Unconsciously?

All day, every day, Beth wandered from one receptacle to another. From their apartment, she glided along the sidewalk, down the concrete stairs, and into the subway car, which transported her to the claustrophobic elevator that took her to a cubicle.

From her cubicle, she took occasional breaks to visit the peaceful place she now sat. The washroom stall in the corner—the one with the burnt-out light bulb—was Beth’s only refuge from the office politics and work-related insanities.

And yet today, seeing that tainted tissue, even the tranquil darkness couldn’t soothe her soul. Elbows planted on knees, she dropped her head into the cradle of her hands and wept until a pool of tears glistened against the dark marble floor.

It’s finally release day for SEAL FOR HER PROTECTION, Book 1 in my brand new military romantic suspense SEALS OF CORONADO Series!

It follows the lives of the guys on SEAL Team 5 and the women who fall for them. I couldn’t be more excited to dive into the world of those hunky Navy SEALs! Hope you are, too!

He saved her from danger once before. Can he save her again, this time from danger he doesn't even see coming?

When investigative journalist Hayley Garner is kidnapped by terrorists, she's sure they're going to kill her. But in sweeps handsome Navy SEAL Chasen Ward to rescue her. After getting her to safety, he disappears into the night before she can even thank him.

Weeks later, while covering a story on the local navy base, Hayley runs into Chasen again. Even though she didn't see his face that night he rescued her, she can't forget his beautiful blue eyes. The attraction is immediate and intense, and Hayley finds herself falling into a fiery romance with the hunky hero out of her dreams. Guys like this aren't supposed to really exist, but Chasen does, and damn is he hot.

But ever since she got back home, Hayley has had the feeling someone's been watching her. Is it post-traumatic stress or does she have a reason to be afraid? Good thing she has a Navy SEAL to protect her.

Where Dragonflies Hover is released today! Yay!
I really enjoyed writing this story. It's the first time I wrote a split-era novel (modern/1915).
I think having two strong heroines worked in this case. From the diary she finds, Lexi learns a lot of about life and love from Allie, the diarist.
WWI is an interest of mine. The first World War was a time of change in so many ways. Allie as a nurse experiences first hand the effects of what a tragic and perilous time it was. The biggest thing she learns, however, is that life is short, we never know when our time is up, so make the most of it. I totally agree with that lesson, and it is one that Lexi learns, too.

I hope you enjoy reading Where Dragonflies Hover as much as I did writing it.AnneMarie Brear

Where Dragonflies Hover blurb:

Sometimes a glimpse into the past can help make sense of the future …

Everyone thinks Lexi is crazy when she falls in love with Hollingsworth House – a crumbling old Georgian mansion in Yorkshire – and nobody more so than her husband, Dylan. But there’s something very special about the place, and Lexi can sense it.

Whilst exploring the grounds she stumbles across an old diary and, within its pages, she meets Allie – an Australian nurse working in France during the First World War.

Lexi finally realises her dream of buying Hollingsworth but her obsession with the house leaves her marriage in tatters. In the lonely nights that follow, Allie’s diary becomes Lexi’s companion, comforting her in moments of darkness and pain. And as Lexi reads, the nurse’s scandalous connection to the house is revealed …

Excerpt:

The late sunshine enveloped the house in a golden glow. Again, it seemed to call to her, begging for attention. A path on the left of the drive looked inviting as it meandered through a small strand of poplars. Lexi grabbed her keys, locked the car and took off to explore again. She had nothing to rush home to now, and if she got caught for trespassing, then so be it.

The overgrown pathway brought her out on the far side of the grounds near the end of a small lake. She gazed over the water towards the back of the house and noticed a paved terrace area. From there the lawn then sloped down to the water. She’d not been around the back before and fell even more in love with the property. She could imagine the serenity of sipping a cool drink on a hot summer’s day and looking out over the lake.

Lexi stepped out along the bank. A lone duck swam by, its movement serene on the glassy, dark surface. This side of the lake was in shadow from large pine trees, and she stumbled on fallen pinecones hidden in the long grass. On the opposite side of the water were some small buildings, a garage, fruit trees in early blossom, and an overgrown vegetable patch, complete with a broken, rejected-looking scarecrow.

She wandered over to a narrow shed on her left and peered through its sole, dirty window. Unable to make out much in the dimness, she walked around to the front and was surprised when she was able to pull the bolt back on the door. Why didn’t people lock things? A covered rowboat took up most of the space inside. She smiled, seeing herself rowing it on the lake. Growing more excited, Lexi edged around it to peer at the workbenches and the odd assortment of tools and useless things one found in abandoned sheds. It was like treasure hunting in an antique shop. She used to love doing that with her grandfather.

She glanced about and spied a dusty painting leaning against the wall. The scene was of a child and a brown dog. Behind the canvas were more paintings, some framed, some not. Lexi flicked through them. The ones that caught her attention she took out and set aside.

She looked for somewhere to sit and study the paintings. A small tin trunk wedged under a workbench seemed the only offering. Thinking it empty, she went to tug it out, but it remained fast.

Using both hands, she heaved it out and was showered in a puff of dust. Squatting down, she inspected the latch that was held tight with a small lock. ‘Why are you locked?’ she murmured. The shed was open to anyone passing by, yet this ugly little chest had a lock on it. The trunk was nothing special, plain and in parts rusted. No ornament or writing hinted at its use.

Intrigued, she grabbed a hammer from the workbench, but then hesitated. She had no right to open someone else’s property. Lexi closed her eyes momentarily. What was she thinking of breaking into the trunk?What am I doing? Never had she broken the law and here she was guilty of trespassing and breaking and entering! She looked around the rowboat as though expecting someone to jump out and arrest her.

Something inside urged her on. She knew she couldn’t stop now. Sucking in a deep breath, she bent and hit the lock hard. The ringing sound was loud in the quiet serenity of the garden. The metal dented and with another few solid whacks the lock gave.

Shivers of excitement tingled along her skin. Gently, she eased up the lid.